Chapter 8

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You don't live with your parents, right? He chuckles while shaking his head. Not for the last 10 years or so. Is this your home? Here I am, envious of my modest flat with a partial ocean view, while he is having the high life. The answer is "yes, but I do have housemates." They're out for the night, however, he immediately adds. Mary takes me past the garage and into his opulent home. The first space we see is a huge laundry room, complete with enormous machines, racks, cabinets, and even a bench. A shoe rack in the corner is stocked with a selection of men's shoes. Instead of carrying about a basket of my filthy clothes and a debit card, it would be good to undertake the tedious task of washing in a room like this at home. My mouth practically drops when I see how much counter space

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